I know a lot of cool people. It's amazing really. And I want to spend time with all of them, but for some reason my schedule lately reads like a Victorian era dance card full of gentlemen I don't know and don't know if I care for. And in between these crazy gentlemen are my friends, my lovely friends, who I never get enough of.
Quigs mentioned the other day that our kids haven't had set playdates because my schedule is crazy. Roger Rogers and I suspended our weekly Monday playdates during the summer because of X-man's swim schedule and then because of his broken leg. And although we're resuming them the Monday after Labor Day, it still feels like forever since I've seen her. Dinner plans with Harley didn't work out almost a month ago, and I've been crappy about getting back to her about rescheduling. I used to walk every Friday morning with Special K, but then her work kicked into gear and my school got crazy and we stopped. I think about Freak and Lavender every day. I got a whim to go walking the other night and phoned up Libbygirl, crossing my fingers she'd want to meet us at Meadowbrook. She did, and it was lovely, as always. But it made me miss her terribly, particularly when she starts talking about selling her house and moving at the end of her husband's postdoc. I feel guilty that the last two times X-man has seen his buddy J-man, he's been with MacTroll. I'm always running off to get crap done, rather than getting down and spend time with them, too. And as KTDID moves forward with her new job and settling into the community, I don't feel like she and I get very much KTDID/Dana time because X-man is always around.
And then there are the people I so want to be friends with, but can't manage my time to fit them in. The Runnergirls, the Canadians, the two moms at X-man's school that I've talked to about playdates, but haven't followed through on. The swimming pool return I owe RunMamaRun, the quick visit to Make-up Girl's that I'll hopefully get to follow up with regarding a day trip to the Indianapolis Zoo. And after years of talking about it I finally got a shopping trip scheduled with Womanthatrolls in Oakbrook for the end of the month.
But I feel like I've completely blown off my sister, CaptPatrick and Fargo. Not to mention others that don't have code names that I'm forgetting to name right now (since X-man is in the tub and I'm just too tired). It's terrible. I need to start saying no to things. I need to focus on my family, my school, and where I want to go with my career. Did I blog yet that I applied for a part-time pre-school teacher position in town. I haven't visited their program yet, I do that on Thursday a.m. I haven't decided if I want to work yet, or if I think I'll just ask to be a sub. If the program is ideal (it really fits with my crazy schedule) I may just go for it.
But right now, I seem to be having so much time go to the weight loss project, trying to deal with my child's broken leg and rehab and keeping up with house crap -- the time slips away. If I didn't plan things a month in advance, I wouldn't get to do anything. And how many people have to do that?
This is where I say I'm sorry. And that I'm a bit of a loser. I'll try to do better.